CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
She didn’t think anything of stripping off once she was in his bedroom. Even though it was freezing in there. The windows were half falling out of their frames; she was pretty sure there had to be a hole somewhere. And the only way to get warm was the bed. The one that she had given him a potion to make, which had apparently made it grow arms.
It tried to grab her as she jumped on.
Naked as the day she was born, not a care in the world.
Because the thing was: she knew she didn’t have to have one. He burst into the room, hands full of candles she hadn’t been able to obtain the other night, and what looked like a mix tape she had no idea how he was going to play, and a bunch of snacks she was assuming he needed so they could do this all fucking night.
And he took one look at her, all bare and spread out across his bed, and pretty much dropped everything. Candles spiraled under the bed. She got to see that one of the snacks was a pack of Red Vines—still a favorite of his, it seemed—because it fell face up. A can of something definitely burst. She heard it go, even if she didn’t see it.
And his expression. It was all eyes, all stunned delight.
Though she couldn’t resist pushing him to say it, anyway.
“What are you thinking about?” she asked as mischievously as she could make it.
And sure enough, he didn’t even hesitate.
“I’m thinking about what I did to deserve your hot tits and ass all completely exposed to my extremely unworthy eyes,” he said,and with such bemused earnestness she had no choice but to believe it. And even more so when he added, “Okay lemme just—”
Then he simply started yanking off his own clothes in a frantic scramble. He hocked his T-shirt over his head with one hand, while trying to shove his pants down with another. And as he did both, he did his best to toe off his socks.
Though one of them still remained, when he got to the bed. Like he’d forgotten what he was doing halfway through. Which was, weirdly, one of the hottest things about everything he’d just done. That eagerness, that single-mindedness—it was a real killer. It had her pushing her mouth into his before he’d even made it fully onto the bed.
And not chastely, either.
She went directly to wet and hot and open-mouthed, in a way that almost felt like too much. Like the other night. But then she pulled back, and oh, oh. Hefollowed. Like a big kid being fed something super tasty, then fumbling after it the second it went away. And that was nuts, it was ridiculous, but at the same time it was so sexy and so sweet that she didn’t know how to react.
She wanted to laugh and moan, all at the same time.
In fact, she did. Much to his embarrassment.
“Sorry, sorry, I just wasn’t expecting your tongue in my mouth like that, and it isridiculouslyhot. Like almosttoohot. I think I almost came just feeling it fucking into my mouth like that,” he said, almost as if he shouldn’t.
So she kissed him again. “And that would be a bad thing why?” she asked, archly enough that it left him blank-faced and flummoxed. He had to work up to an answer, while licking her taste off his lips.
“I have no idea, considering you seemed to hate me taking a while to get there last time. In fact, at one point I think you practically demanded I finish.”
“Yeah, about that,” she said, with a rueful look. And he got it before she even said.
“You didn’t actually want me to just finish, did you?”
“Not even a little bit, no. Although you should know, at thispoint, that I also do not care if you do it fast. Mainly because (a) it’s very hot to me that you’re so into whatever we’re doing here that a kiss can make you come, (b) there are plenty of other options available to us aside from your cock in my pussy, and (c) we both know you definitely do not need to stop at one in a night. Or even five in a night. Or seventeen. I think I remember you saying seventeen was your limit.”
“I did, but it was actually more like twenty-seven.”
“Jesus Christ, I’m not gonna make it out of here alive.”
“Oh no, don’t worry, you will. I have lots of rest breaks penciled in, between the five thousand delicious and disgusting things I definitely now think you’re okay with me doing to you. And hope you want to do to me.”
She thought about the snacks.
The way he’d looked at her outside.
The way he was looking at her now. And proceeded accordingly.
“I’ll do whatever you want. Just tell me where to start,” she said. Then expected maybe a kiss. Like before, when he had wanted to start out nice and slow. But instead, he took hold of her hand, all tender and sweet about it.
